Wild Horse Ranch Ch. 01

It wasn't much further and we started to see spots of green, trees large enough to give shade, spots of grass among the green painted gravel, little cabins, and of course, a wide variety of aged people either naked or partly naked. It was a voyeur's paradise, and to be honest I couldn't help but get a hardon with all the skin showing.

"So all the guests stay in these cabins?" I asked.

"We have three levels of guests. Silver, gold and platinum. These are the platinum quarters. Jason. You want to stop at number seventeen?"

"Yes ma'am," he answered, pulling off the road and down a side path. He stopped in front of one of the little cabins.

"Come on," Evelyn said, climbing out and walking to the front door. She opened it and waited for the two of us to get out of the car and follow her inside. There was a king sized bed, a sofa, a couple recliners, a small kitchenette area, and glass. Lots of glass. The bathroom area was partitioned off so you could, if you wanted to, sit on the toilet privately, but if you chose to leave the curtain open, you would be completely exposed to the huge, glass wall. There was a jacuzzi tub and a free standing shower with no walls at all.

"How does someone stay in here with all the glass? Everyone can see what's going on in here."

Evelyn smiled and stepped to a small panel on the wall. She toggled a switch and the huge glass wall almost instantly turned frosty white. "Some of our guests like the idea of someone seeing them in the act, some want privacy," she answered. "This way they can have privacy if they want." She walked to a big red button on the wall and pressed it. The glass turned clear again. "In the event that one of the guests goes out of bounds, our staff can hit this and everyone can see what's happening. There is also an audio pickup, they can use a key word to trip the alarm. It's based on alexa style technology. We take the safety of our staff very seriously."

"So it seems," I agreed as she headed back to the front door.

"All our platinum guests have these quarters. Gold have suites in what is similar to a hotel arrangement and our silver guests get single or double king beds in a regular hotel-style room."

"It looks like an advantage to be a platinum guest," my wife said as we filed out of the little cabin.

"At a thousand dollars a night, it should be," Evelyn said with a grin.

"A thousand dollars a night, for this?" my wife asked incredulously.

"I hadn't planned on getting into the business side until tomorrow, but for a thousand a night, they get an all inclusive experience. The dining facility, the upscale restaurant, pool, spa, activities, saunas, you name it. Even free entry into the club. It's well worth the money, even if all you're here for is time with your spouse."

"So sex is free too?" my wife asked with a scowl.

"Not even. Our staff make a lot of their money on tips. We can talk about it later, but a young lady working the club at night and one of the staff jobs during the day can easily clear forty to fifty thousand dollars or more a year. We've had some clear as much as a hundred. And that doesn't include the free housing and meals."

"Free housing and meals?" I asked curiously.

"Jason can tell you. It's a fair drive from Reno. Not a fun thing at two in the morning. We have dormitory style facilities for them to live in, which includes free access to the pool and facilities, the dining hall and any activities on a space available basis. They also get a free weekly medical screening. The perks here are quite impressive, but we do it to keep our staff happy, safe and private. Last thing we need is some big company executive to take a vacation here and find his picture on the internet, banging some little waitress or maid."

"That would be difficult," I agreed.

"Our staff are allowed cell phones, but if they are ever caught taking pictures of the guests, it's immediate dismissal and a violation of their NDA. Let's just say they don't want to get caught doing that," she said with some steel in her voice. "Okay. Jason, the main house please?"

"Yes maam," Jason answered, as we settled back into the little car.

I couldn't help but notice my wife's eyes, looking down at Jason's growing hardon, her own shirt poking out slightly over each nipple, even through the heavy bra she always wore.

We wound through an assortment of buildings and ended up at what I could only call a large log cabin style house. Jason parked in front of it and walked to get our suitcases. Evelyn slipped out and held a hand out for me. I took her hand, slid out of the car and stood while my wife got out as well. "This is the main house, where George and Sally lived and ran the business from," she said as she led us up the staircase to the wrap around porch. There were a wide variety of chairs scattered around the porch, as if it was often used for siting and relaxing. She opened the front door and led us into the air-conditioned comfort of the house. A young lady walked across the room toward us. She was maybe in her early twenties at most with large, firm breasts that bounced with each step, a tiny see-though skirt that didn't cover all of her shaved pussy, and long blond hair, nearly down to her butt.

"This is Candice," Evelyn said. "She's the housekeeper for the main house. Anything you need, just ask," Evelyn said as Candice walked to me and held out her delicate, little hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Mister Parks, missus Parks," she said, shaking my hand and offering her hand to my wife.

"You could put on some clothes," my wife said, after shaking her hand briefly. "You really need to be naked to clean house?"

"No, it's habit. Greg used to enjoy watching me clean. He'd often tease me with his fingers or other parts while I worked," she said. "I assume things will be different, so if you prefer, I can certainly be dressed." She answered, looking disappointed.

"You like being naked?" my wife asked in surprise.

"I do. It's very comfortable. I'll dress in something appropriate if I'm doing something that needs it, but otherwise, I'm very comfortable naked."

"Well, as long as you don't expect my husband to be teasing you, I suppose if you're comfortable that way," my wife said with a small sigh. I'd seen her resign herself to other things in life, and each time I saw that same little sigh. Then she looked at me. "Just because you keep seeing all these boobs and booties, don't think that I'm going to suddenly become a little sex pot for you."

"Wouldn't think of it," I answered, making damn sure I didn't let any disappointment show.

Evelyn said, "Jason, why don't you take their bags up to Sally's room. Then you can go. Candice, why don't you give them a quick tour and then let them take a rest. I'll be by in about an hour to collect them for dinner."

"Dinner?" I asked.

"Yes. I thought we'd eat in the formal dining room tonight. It'll give us a chance to talk more and might make you feel a little more at home."

"Is there a dress code? Or an undress code?"

Evelyn laughed softly. "There are three dining facilities. The Kitchen, which is a buffet type, very informal hall. There is the Spot, which is a mid level dining room. Guests there can be dressed or undressed. And then there is the Point, where we will be eating. It's a formal five star restaurant on our facility here. Guests are expected to be dressed, though the wait staff is not, intentionally."

"I see. I didn't bring any fancy clothes."

"Fancy is not required. Men can wear anything, as long as their tool is covered. Women typically wear lingerie of some kind or a light dress."

"I don't think I'll be wearing any lingerie to dinner any time soon!" my wife snapped quickly.

"Not an issue. You should wear what you are comfortable in, whatever that happens to be. For our guests, typically they want to wear something more revealing. That's partly why they come, to dabble in an area that would otherwise be off limits." Evelyn answered. "Whatever you choose to wear, I'll come by around six thirty if that's okay?"

"It'll be fine," I answered for the both of us before my wife could say anything else. I turned to Candice. "So? A tour?"

Evelyn left and Candice took us around the house, showing us the formal living room that we were already in, the rec room with games, a pool table and the like, a den or family room area with a tv and lots of comfortable furniture to lounge in, the kitchen and dining room, which both looked spotless and rarely used, but were big enough to easily host a party of thirty or more. There was a powder room on the main floor as well as an office that was clearly the business center for the entire facility.

She took us to the basement area, with another lounge room, bathroom with a shower, a workout room and a game room of a totally different sort. Even though the 'toys' were gone, it wasn't hard to imagine the kinds of games that were once played in that room.

Finally she took us to the upper floor where the three bedrooms were. One was a smaller guest room, easily as big as the master bedroom of our current house, two very large bedrooms, both with walk-in closets that were large enough to be rooms by themselves, and the single bathroom that served the entire floor. Each room had access to the bathroom, which had two toilets on opposite ends, that were blocked from the bulk of the bathroom by small translucent glass partitions, see through enough to see that someone was there, but not really see what they were doing. There was a large jacuzzi tub, large enough for at least three people, a free standing soaking tub, a vanity with twin sinks, and the shower.

The shower was a wallless multi rain head shower area large enough to easily hold several people without getting the rest of the bathroom floor wet. The entire bathroom was larger than all three bedrooms of our current house combined. The other interesting, or disturbing, depending on your point of view, feature was that the back wall, covering the width of shower, except for two small portions where the controls were put in the wall, and both tubs, was floor to ceiling glass overlooking the distant mountains. If anyone was walking or driving any of the trails leading off in that direction, which there were several I could see, anyone on those trails would have a complete view of whoever was in the shower. When my wife displayed her amazement, Candice, with a grin, stepped to the shower controls and above each control was what appeared to be a waterproof button. She pressed the button and lower half of the glass panels all turned a snowy white, just like the glass panels in the cabins.

"Well, that certainly helps," my wife said with obvious relief.

"Sally almost never used them though," Candice said. "She enjoyed the feeling of showing in the outdoors. That's why she had another shower installed on the back deck near the hot tub. Some days she'd just stand out there and shower, letting the wind blow across her. She always found it exhilarating and it left her extremely turned on."

"Somehow I can see Sally doing that. When we dated she loved to have sex outside. Someplace, anyplace," I said with a chuckle.

"Anyplace?" my wife asked, looking at me.

"The more public the better," I answered.

"That explains a lot," my wife said with a frown. She looked at Candice. "David seems to have a desire to play outside as well, through I'm definitely NOT a sex in public person."

"Well, maybe you two will find a little bit of fun outside here. It's not at all unusual to see couples engaged in various levels of play outside here."

"That I am sure of," my wife answered.

"Well. I think I'll have a short nap, if you don't mind. It's been a hell of a long day already," I said, trying to cut off that conversation before it turned out poorly for me in some way. "Come on, hon," I added, taking her hand and walking her toward the bedroom where our suitcases were.

"I'll be happy to unpack your things if you want," Candice offered, standing inside the bedroom door expectantly.

I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off while my wife asked Candice a question. "So why do you do it?" my wife asked as she sat on the other side of the bed.

"Do what?"

"Do this? Clean house naked?"

"Well, actually, it started out with Gary. He did all the auditions for the dance club. Every girl has to show her stuff on one of the amateur nights. If he thinks you have potential, he'd give you a private audition. Basically, you'd dance for him and then give him the best lap dance you could. He wanted to make sure that every girl he hired would give the patrons a really good experience. Anyway, I was a little reluctant to take it all the way."

"All the way as in sex?" my wife asked quickly.

"Yes ma'am. One of the hallmarks of the club is that for a fee, you can have almost any level of lap dance you want. From the normal thirty minutes of bouncing and rubbing on you, dressed of course, all the way to where we undress you, put a condom on you and ride you to completion."

"And that means, until he comes in you?" my wife asked sharply.

"Yes ma'am. Some of the girls have no problem doing that. I wasn't quite so keen on it. I didn't mind rubbing on him naked, and even rubbing his penis on my pussy and sucking on his dick. But I really didn't want him inside me. At the time I was a virgin," she said, blushing.

"So what would a virgin be doing trying to get a job in a sex den?"

"Well, I'd always heard the rumors about the place, that for the right price you could have sex with the dancers, but I never really believed them. I didn't mind stripping and dancing and showing my body off to a guy. I could do that. Hell, I needed the money. If I didn't come up with some serious cash soon, I was going to have to drop out of nursing school. Anyway, when Greg asked the same question, I told him why I needed the money. He offered me this job. But if I really wanted to make big money, I'd have to dance. He didn't mind that I didn't want to take dicks, as long as the rest was good. I could give a MEAN blow job. That's kinda how I managed to still be a virgin at twenty-four."

"So you took this job and danced? To keep yourself in school? Sounds like he really took advantage of you."

"Oh my no. He was so nice. Greg let me dance within the limits I was comfortable with. I didn't make quite enough money, but that ended up not mattering. He gave me the money to get into school that semester. Never asked for it back, either. He even paid for me to travel down to Reno for class once a week and helped me work with the school to do class remotely for the lectures. He set up a special computer in the office just for me to use. No, he was fantastic about it."

"So you slept with him to pay for it?"

Candice made a wry face. "Actually, no. He didn't even ask me for sex. I asked him for it after a few months. The only thing he did was to ask me to do my cleaning naked so he could watch. Sometimes he'd play with himself, and after a few months, he'd watch me and jack off. But he never asked me for sex. One day I did that on my own. I walked over and climbed on his lap and asked him to put it inside me. I gave him my virginity because I was falling in love with him. After that we slept together more nights than not. We both knew it wasn't going to last. I was going to graduate this December and then I was going to have to leave. I want to have a family, and I can't do that here. No kids allowed. He was trying to find a way to make it work for both of us when the accident happened. I cried for two whole days when I found out. I don't know what he was working on, but he told me not to give up on him or having a family. I guess that's all gone now. In December I'll move on to a new life. I'll always have Greg to thank for it," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Sorry. I better go before I start blubbering again," she said before running from the room.

"I think you misjudged both Greg and her," I said quietly to my wife.

"I'm beginning to wonder if I've misjudged a lot of things. I walked in with a lot of preconceived notions about these girls and this place. Right now I feel a little guilty about how I just treated her. I'm supposed to be better than that."

"We all are," I answered as I stood up and took my pants off. I stripped off my shirt and lay down in nothing but my briefs and socks to nap.

I was having one hell of a sexy dream, Candice sitting on me, bouncing on my dick, her tits flying wildly as her pussy stroked and caressed my engorged head. Up and down she bounced, moaning softly, oh so very softly that I could barely hear her. The smile never left her face as she rode my hard, fat cock. I couldn't help but push my hips up toward her in time with her strokes as my orgasm grew fuller and fuller, nearing the point of no return. She smiled down at me as I felt my body buck hard, pumping shot after shot of cum up into her pussy. "Oh damn," I groaned softly as I felt myself coming. My brain took several long seconds to realize that my body was indeed shooting cum, and that my cock was indeed engulfed by a hot wetness. I looked down toward my hips, my brain expecting to see Candice naked on top of me, but instead I saw a head of red hair over my dick. I could feel a hand gently stroking as she sucked my mushroom head, drawing every drop of my cum into her mouth. "Oh shit," I grunted in surprise, seeing Evelyn twist her head to look at me, trying to grin around my still leaking cock.

She pulled her face from my dick and held a finger to her lips to keep me quiet before lowering her face one more time to softly lick and suck my now softening dick. She stood up next to the bed and pulled my briefs back up over my now deflating dick, and then turned to look down at me as she stood completely naked. She had a tiny triangle of trimmed red hair pointing down between her legs to her creamy, full, round lips and the bright pink inner lips protruding. She reached a hand to mine and guided my fingers to her lips. She adjusted her position so that my hand was in a comfortable position and then mouthed the words "Make me come," silently.

I pushed one finger up into her pussy and rested my thumb on the end of her slit. It only took a few moments for me to work my thumb between her lips to her clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she lifted her hands to her own breasts. She stood, squeezing and twisting her nipples as I pushed my finger in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clit. She opened her mouth wide and let out a long nearly silent gasp of pleasure as I worked my finger and her thumb inside her. She moved one hand from her breast to her face, covering her mouth and letting out a muffled moan. Moments later her legs trembled and I could feel her juices leaking around my finger as I continued to work it in and out of her pussy, her insides squeezing my finger like it was trying to milk cum from it.

My wife groaned and moved on the bed. Evelyn pulled my hand from between her legs, bent over to pick something up off the floor and then dashed silently out of the bedroom. She walked back to the bedroom door a very few minutes later and knocked on the door frame before walking in.

"Hello? Are you two sleepy heads awake?" she called cheerfully from the doorway. She had on a knee length kimono type robe that was sheer enough as to be partly see through. I could easily make out the bright read areola and the protrusion of her hard nipples above and the triangle of red curls below.

"I'm awake now," I groaned, pretending to just wake up. "Is it dinner time already?"

"I'm afraid so!" she answered.

"Alright," my wife groaned as she pushed herself up to a sitting position and moved her legs off the bed to sit on the edge. "Now I have to figure out what to wear."